Konstantine Botharii

With respect and earnest wishes for continued good health and success in all things, Konstantine Botharii He folded the missive, addressed and sealed it. There was no Sigil for his name, nothing to present a man’s history or honor. All he had was a simple wax dropper. He nodded, leaving Kiden empty of hand as he’d arrived. The relative calm, and the surety of somewhere to be of Use, wrapped up and sent back to Kiden... for the unknown of Stormier Seas... Nothing he did now was certain to grant him more time beside his beloved, nothing was guaranteed to safeguard her life, given her proclivity for finding trouble. It was a chance he had to take, his heart said so.

Konstantine Botharii was a man of patience.. was a man of calm reserve.. because his early life of war and violence and ... other less savory behaviors had ended up getting himself cursed. He inhaled trying to find that serenity that came from self control, but rather than a smooth cleansing breath it rasped out, almost a growl in the deep basso gravel of his voice. He slammed closed the book containing some high level teaching of Elune, meant to acquaint the totally ignorant of some of the basic precepts... Nothing Botharii himself hadn’t already known. Perhaps his quest to serve as a Paladin of the Goddess was foolhardy or as fruitless as the few other’s who’d sought to trail-blaze that path said it would be, but it hadn’t stopped him. Until he began thinking of his Lifemate. It’d been too long since he’d heard from her. no word, no letter, no visits “Home” The nature of the issue was clear. She was a covert operative, a specter and as he was outside of that life he could not and would not ever be privy to where she was, what she was doing, if she was hurt. The situation was untenable. Botharii’s anger built as he thought about it. He could be beside her. He could be the straight-man.. the diversion.. something that put him at least in the same climate as his beloved. “And what does One’s foolish thinking net him? An empty net. Action, WarDog, this is one’s specialty...” He stood from Z’s library, and departed it.  He would head to Stormwind, and perhaps find this Director Rook. The man felt he’d left a reasonable impression with the Warden, perhaps he could use some of his knowledge of Kal’dorei etiquette to persuade her to make use of him.

“Depends. Does one have a phylactery?”

“Probably..”

“One would certainly like to try.” He folds his arms as if punctuating the statement.

“Usually after One wakes up.”

The frown deepens “ One will not answer”

Botharii frowns. “If properly done, these things are in Balance...”

“One believes in most circumstances, they are of a type. One trusts you. One loves you. One trusts some people, but only so far. One loves no other.”

“Words... and things... But mostly words.”

Botharii grins. “Wouldn’t Know. Who says One will ever die?  But ask your preferred Deity. They will have the words One doesn’t.”

“Choice, flatly. Even if one surrenders to the fates, to a king, to a deity. You should be given that choice to surrender.. or not.”

“What part DOES it play, or what part should it play, na’dhi. They are obviously not the same. IN short. It SHOULD be everything. In reality, it’s nearly nothing.”

“One doubts you need to ask this question. “He looks a bit more mildly at Raevyn.“One suspects... you already know, as One does”

Botharii looked to the crude meat of his arms. “Not this.” He cocked his head in curiosity. “The body is but a mortal and therefore strictly physical thing. True Strength lies in Will. Practitioners of magic will tell you, their craft is an application of Will. True Warriors will tell you that Pain is an illusion and that your Will can make your limited physical form work beyond tolerances. Therefore overwhelmingly evidence suggests that unbreakable will is the greatest strength.”

“Morality is just a non-religious version of good and evil, so the same judgement applies. Though, Morality is like to have subtext the blanket Good and Evil implies. Again, is someone a moral Man or Woman? Ask those they serve.”

“This one is easy... Those on the receiving end of the hand. A hand offered as a fist, is likely acting in malice. A open hand offered to help up another is like acting in the cause of good. Ask the Other Person ~ Was that One good or evil~ This is where you’ll forge your answer.”